Hair blonde as platinum and cheeks soft as leather.
The metropolitan princess had begun to flutter her long lashes like fans, hoping that the wind would also carry away the last of her memories flavoured with melancholy and dark coffee.
As she sipped the last drop of a past life, only one idea crossed her mind: to open her eyes — glimpses of a blue sky — to a new beginning as sweet as icing, with the aftertaste of hope.
Credits | Sam Jackson
Credits | Joel venti